Tag: Great Old Ones

  • Summer snack

    It’s getting hot. Too hot. We’re readying the place for the arrival of the Great Old Ones, destroying our home planet in the process. And you know the worst? They have nothing to do with this destruction, we’re doing it by ourselves, to ourselves.

    ***

    Il fait chaud. Trop chaud. Nous détruisons notre planète natale à une vitesse effrayante, préparant le terrain pour l’arrivée des Grand Anciens. Et vous savez le pire ? Ils n’y sont pour rien. Nous faisons nous-même ce que nous nous infligeons.

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Criterium sur carnet A6

  • Invocation II

    We heard the chants on meadow hills. They were here, by the raised stones, chanting, screaming in the night, this night of walpurgis.
    We heard the screams in the night. They were here too, and the cultists screamed more.

    ***

    Nous avons entendu leurs chants sur Meadow Hills. Ils étaient là, aux pierres levées, chantant,criant dans la nuit, cette nuit de Beltaine.
    Nous avons entendu leurs cris dans la nuit. Ils étaient là aussi, et les cultistes on crié encore et encore.

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Criterium sur carnet A6

  • Great Cthulhu III

    “They worshiped, so they said, the Great Old Ones who lived ages before there were any men, and who came to the young world out of the sky. Those Old Ones were gone now, inside the earth and under the sea; but their dead bodies had told their secrets in dreams to the first men, who formed a cult which had never died. This was that cult, and the prisoners said it had always existed and always would exist, hidden in distant wastes and dark places all over the world until the time when the great priest Cthulhu, from his dark house in the mighty city of R’lyeh under the waters, should rise and bring the earth again beneath his sway. Some day he would call, when the stars were ready, and the secret cult would always be waiting to liberate him.”

    – H.P.Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu

    ***

    “Ils adoraient, disaient-ils, les Grands Anciens qui vivaient bien avant l’avènement des hommes et étaient venus du ciel sur une terre encore jeune. Ces Grands Anciens avaient à présent disparu sous la terre ou dans les océans, mais leurs dépouilles avaient raconté leurs secrets en rêve aux premiers hommes qui avaient imaginé un culte encore bien vivant de nos jours. C’était leur culte, et les prisonniers affirmèrent qu’il existait et existerait de tout temps, caché et disséminé dans les lieux les plus sombres de la terre, jusqu’au jour où le Grand Prêtre Cthulhu reviendrait de sa sombre demeure dans la magnifique cité sous-marine de R’lyeh et soumettrait à nouveau le monde. Un jour, quand les étoiles seraient prêtes, il appellerait à nouveau et la secte, qui attend depuis la nuit des temps le libérerait.”

    – H.P.Lovecraft, L’appel de Cthulhu

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Criterium sur carnet A6 

  • Nyogtha again

    ‘Leigh strode to the center of the room, staring at the chair that stood on the black circle of stone. “You work here?” he asked slowly.
    “Yes. It’s quiet—I found I couldn’t work upstairs. Too noisy. But this is ideal—somehow I find it very easy to write here. My mind feels"—he hesitated—"free; that is, disassociated with other things. It’s quite an unusual feeling.”
    Leigh nodded as though Carson’s words had confirmed some idea in his own mind. He turned toward the alcove and the metal disk in the floor. Carson followed him. The occultist moved close to the wall, tracing out the faded symbols with a long forefinger. He muttered something under his breath—words that sounded like gibberish to Carson.
    “Nyogtha … k’yarnak …”
    He swung about, his face grim and pale. “I’ve seen enough,” he said softly. “Shall we go?” Surprised, Carson nodded and led the way back into the cellar.
    Upstairs Leigh hesitated, as though finding it difficult to broach his subject. At length he asked, “Mr. Carson—would you mind telling me if you have had any peculiar dreams lately.”’

    – Henry Kuttner, “The Salem Horror”

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook from my Great Old Ones & Their Kin series
    Criterium sur Carnet A6, extrait de la série Grands Anciens et leurs séides

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  • Nyogtha

    “Men knew him as the Dweller in Darkness, that brother of the Old Ones called Nyogtha, the Thing that should not be. He can be summoned to Earth’s surface through certain secret caverns and fissures, and sorcerers have seen him in Syria and below the black tower of Leng; from the Thang Grotto of Tartary he has come ravening to bring terror and destruction among the pavilions of the great Khan. Only by the looped cross, by the Vach-Viraj incantation and by the Tikkoun elixir may he be driven back to the nighted caverns of hidden foulness where he dwelleth. ”
    – Henry Kuttner, “The Salem Horror”

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook from my Great Old Ones & Their Kin series
    Criterium sur Carnet A6, extrait de la série Grands Anciens et leurs séides

    Commissionnned by Ko-fi – Click here to order your own encounter with your favorite Great Old One

  • Stranded flutist

    The flutist has played for eons
    To calm the Sultan of Demons
    Or so it seems, no time here,
    No place either, so crowded

    So when came the feeble call
    from a teeny tiny blue ball
    It came and eat profusely
    And now wanders aimlessly

    Ink brush on A6 sketchbook

  • Elder Sign

    The shovel hit something soft. Abermal stopped the other, got on his knees and started to dig with his bare hands, slowly revealing the buried torso of a men. Ed was confused, he had been hired to dig a gate, not a corpse. Not that was against the few and sparse remaining principles he had, but he would have like to know beforehand. Not the same price.
    As the professor slowly unearthing the corpse, Ed saw chains and rags. The body was completely mummified, and that was curious. It should have decomposed in this soil. Ed dropped himself on a nearby stone, lit a fig and let the professor do the work. He could hear him mumbling to himself.
    – “Careful, careful…What a cautious fellow we have here… tatoo? smart! …very smart indeed, Sir Pilcevot…”
    Ed forced himself not to look. If they was restrains, this fellow has not departed in a pleasant way. The eyes were the worst, Couldn’t bear them. The professor was completely and utterly absorbed by his task. Ed wondered if he could sneak away now the digging was done. His first plan was to stay a while and require a couple of quids to cover the grave, but now…  
    – “So the guardian was indeed the gate. Poor knight… The legends were both true then! He did get corrupted by the old ones AND manage to stop them entering our world. Someone must have buried him alive to do so, while the evil has engulfed him. And of course, tatoo him with the Elder Sign to kept the evil from leaking out…”
    The professor went silent. for a while. Ed took the time to shake the dirt on his legs. then throw away the consumed fig.
    – “Yer okay in there prof ?”
    – “No.”
    – “Beg perdon ?”
    – “No, that’s not okay. The sign’s broken. Your shovel must have…”
    – “Must have what ? Yer should have warn me bout that, y’know. Sooo… Need help move this fellow ?”
    – “Run.”
    – “Wha ?”
    – “RUN YOU FOOL!”

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    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

  • Bill Cypher

    “Triangulum, entangulum. Meteforis dominus ventium. Meteforis venetisarium!
    egassem sdrawkcab!
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    egassem sdrawkcab!!!”

    – Gideon Gleeful from Gravity Falls

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook for my Great Old Ones and their kin serie

  • Tiny Old Ones

    All theses books, all these tales about the Great Old Ones made us forget about the Tiny Old Ones.
    They are the one who will survive our demise and laugh at our expense.

    Happy solstice to all of you.

    ALL of you. You, your friends, your foes, the friends of your friends, the friends of your foes and the foes of your friends, event the foes of your foes and the long slender figure hanging on on your shoulder just outside your field of vision.

    Didn’t you know ?

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook